My God (oh, let me call Thee mine,
Anne Brontë
While on my lonely couch I lie,
Farewell to thee! but not farewell
How brightly glistening in the sun
Blessed be Thou for all the joy
Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground
Brightly the sun of summer shone,
Why should such gloomy silence reign;
Music I love - but never strain
Oh, they have robbed me of the hope
O, let me be alone a while,
Methought I saw him but I knew him not;
Eternal Power, of earth and air!